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This was so much better than porn. I watched and I watched, and he brought himself closer to the brink, only to slow down and savor the moment.

I got more comfortable, half sprawled over his front, legs folded under me, and he went back to rubbing my bottom.

He was being a tease! He brushed his middle finger across my opening over and over, and I wriggled against him, wanting more.

After a while, I felt his chest rising and falling more rapidly, and it made me tense up. He was getting there. I saw it too. Pre-come glistened over the head of his big cock, and I got the biggest case of oral fixation. I licked my lips, in desperate need to suck and swallow.

“Almost there, baby boy,” he said, out of breath.

I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. “Can I taste, please? When you come?”

He nodded once and sucked in a breath.

“Fuck, how I’m gonna hurt you tonight,” he groaned.

Eeep!

I sat up straighter, suddenly feeling flushed. I wasn’t sure I could think about tonight. One sexy show at a time!

His hand disappeared from my butt, and he slid it up my back until he combed his fingers through my hair.

“There we go,” he exhaled. My eyes widened at the sexiest fucking sight. He started coming. One, two ropes— “Drink Daddy, little one. Drink all of him.”

I dove for him. I opened wide and sucked him into my mouth, and he let out a long moan. I sucked and drank from him. I sucked himhard. I practically milked him with my mouth. His hot and salty come coated the roof of my mouth, and I swirled my tongue around him as best as I could.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned.

Fuck me, I was going to be one desperate baby slut until tonight!

CHAPTER 9

Griffin Lawson

In the end, nineteen members, including the East Coast visitors, signed up to participate in our Primal Pursuit, and I bet it was the most traffic this road had seen in ages. Because once you crossed the river in Westslope, the houses became fewer and farther in between, and then it was just dirt roads and secluded cabins.

We had Madigan, Abel, and their three friends in the truck in front of us, and I recognized Jameson’s truck behind us.

We drove higher up in the mountains, and I side-eyed Tracy.

I’d thought it would be more difficult to put a gag on the Daddy in me, especially since I identified so strongly with him, but for every moment I spent with that boy, the more confident I became. We fed off each other’s moods and reactions naturally, and we knew what tonight was all about. He had his game face on, and he was prepared to the point where I was impressed by his forethought. He’d ultimately opted for cargo pants instead, because of the side pockets, and he’d stashed away everythinghe might need. First aid, a flashlight, trail mix, an emergency whistle, a Sawyer Mini water filter, and a multitool.

“Just in case something goes wrong,” he’d said with a shrug.

I shouldn’t have been surprised. He loved the outdoors, and it showed. He’d grown up fishing and hunting small game with his grandfather.

I was gonna fall for him damn quick, wasn’t I?

I’d never met anyone like him, that was for sure. I’d had partners with whom I’d shared an interest or two, or kink, or work. Never all three together. He was a fucking unicorn.

Earlier today, I’d told him I wanted to take him out on a proper date, and he’d suggested dinner at my cabin. He wanted to see it. He wanted us to cook together, listen to music, and he wanted to hear about my plans for my property.

I couldn’t think of a better date.

It was honestly humbling too. He showed such great interest in me, and I reckoned I wasn’t used to that.

Just being near him now was breathing life back into me.

“Okay, I can’t keep quiet anymore,” Tracy said.

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